Okay, here's the third chapter, sorry for making you guys wait so long, knowing some of you people were demanding for this chapter and to make them longer - which I will do, I know for sure this chapter is longer. For some reason, I was having the most trouble finishing this chapter. Writers block I guess :P

Unbearable Pain
Chapter Three

"He's back," Ciel whispered, looking at his now fully healed right eye. He still couldn't believe the scar vanished. He blinked a couple times, rubbing at his eye, making sure he just wasn't seeing things, but the eye remained unscarred.
"Why is he back? After he. . ." Ciel shook his head, biting his lip as he fought back tears. "No, if he's here, why would he come back after leaving me? Does he. . . regret it?" All sorts of questions raced through Ciel's head, questions, he himself, couldn't answer.
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Sebastian turned left, getting onto the highway, only to get stuck behind a huge SUV with their left turn signal on, but weren't turning. He sighed heavily, looking out the window, staring at the asphalt roads that stretched beyond his veiw.
Finally, the traffic let up, letting Sebastian exit onto the main road that was supposed to take him to his new apartment complex, or that's what his GPS told him. He took a right, landing him in a street filled with restaurants, small buisinesses, and street vendors.
After a few blocks, he came into his quiet neighborhood. The apartment complex was about 10 stories high with floor to ceiling windows covered with long, thick white curtains, blocking any view from the outside. The building was a light sky blue, a few shades lighter than the sky above him.
Sebastian stepped out of his black 2013 Alfa Romeo 8C, bathing himself in the bright sunlight of the afternoon, looking up at the tall complex. He then leaned back into the car, grabbing his small black duffel bag, slinging it over his shoulder.
"Argh!" Sebastain gasped, nearly dropping the bag. He looked around to see if someone attacked him, but no one was around. What was that? He suddenly shed his black leather glove on his left hand and. . . His breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening at the seal of his contract on the back of his left hand. The mark a bright, violet purple, nearly pulsing with its bright illuminating color. A sharp pain buzzed in his head, feeling like someone was banging a hammer inside his head nonstop.
"What?" He whispered to himself, knowing full aware that he couldn't answer a question he didn't know.
"Sebastian!"
Sebastian jerked his head around, knowing he just heard someone call out for him, and yet, no one was there. The streets eerily quiet and empty for the middle of the day, especially in this city.
"I'm so sick of you!"
Was this. . . ? No, it couldn't be.
"You jerk!" The voice echoed in his head. Now, Sebastian was sure of this. The voice in his head, was in fact, Ciel.
Of course. Today was. . . the day when it all happened, 112 years ago.
A bright, white light passed in front of his eyes, blinding him.
A boy, no older than 15 years old. His eyes - a deep colbalt blue - were filled with raging anger. Sleet grey hair hanging over his forehead, half covering his eyes underneath. His lips pulled into a straight line. This boy, Sebastian knew very well, a face he could never forget. Ciel. The boy he left, alone.
It all came rushing back to him. That day.
"Ciel!" Sebastian yelled as the young boy's body fell lifelessly to the floor. Bright red blood streaming out of his right eye, looking as if he were crying blood. The blood was coming nonstop, pooling around the boy's head like a red halo.
"I. . . Ciel." I fell to my knees, landing next to his limp body, my pant sleeves soaked with the blood. As if snapping out of a dream, Sebastian slipped his hands under Ciel's legs and neck, picking him up off the floor. His head lolled against Sebastian's shoulder, blood flowing onto his white button-up, seeping through the thin cloth, wetting his skin with the sticky liquid.
He walked over to the couch, laying the small, fragile body on it, gently propping Ciel's head on the arm rest. Sebastian watched Ciel's chest, after a while, it slowly rose and fell with a short breath, he let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding. He left and came back with a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth.
Cleaning away the already drying blood, he noticed a long, red scratch on Ciel's right eyelid, panic rose in Sebastian's chest. Swallowing hard, he gently pushed up the thin eyelid to see Ciel's eye. He regretted it.
The seal of their contract was ruined. A cut ran through the pentagram, blooding flowing freely from it. Hand shaking, he lifted his left hand, slowly tugging off his white glove, showing his pale skin. His own contract. . . was gone.
The back of his left hand, was clear of any blemish, scratch and of course, seal of his contract. He quickly pulled off his other glove, examining his hand, to make sure he hadn't mixed up his lefts and rights. But both hands were clear of the seal.
This can't mean anything, right? He asked himself, thinking of anything for this kind of situation, but nothing came to mind. Does this mean. . . Ciel will die? He shook his head violently for thinking such a thing.
Pushing away the thought, he fixed up Ciel, placing a bandage over his right eye, letting him sleep on the couch.
Days, weeks, months, a whole year passed. Nothing happened. Ciel stayed the same. Still and unconcious. Every few weeks, Sebastian would check Ciel's right eye, to see if the eye magically healed itself, but no change happened except for the scab built over the scratch.
Sebastian got more worried by the day. Guilt filled him with regret. One day, he lost it, grabbing Ciel by his shirt, shaking the almost lifeless body and started yelling demands, he knew he wouldn't answer but he felt he had to try. He didn't notice the tears escaping his eyes, falling onto Ciel's face, leaving small trails on his skin.
"I love you. . . " Sebastian sobbed, shoulders shaking with each racking sob. He fell asleep on the boy, holding Ciel's hand tightly. When he awoke, he realized what he'd done. A huge mistake. Ciel heard him, even though he wasn't awake, he knew. He could think of the questions Ciel would demand to be answered.
"Why did you say you loved me? If you love me, why the hell did you act that way?!" He could see the anger in the young boys face as he demanded the questions be answered.
Sebastian had to leave. Not knowing what to say once Ciel woke. Sebastian packed what little things he owned and left, not before he gave Ciel one last worried look and out of selfishness he leaned down, brushed away the blue-grey bangs off his forehead and pressed a gentle kiss on Ciel's head.

Finally finished! Almost took two weeks - sorry. As you can see, I made this chapter longer for the people who said to make them longer. And seriously, Sebastian? Wow... leaving Ciel alone in a house. . . alone. Shame on you, Sebby.